Tuesday, 24 July 2007

Vandalpedia reminiscence

Run from the little fishies! They stick to the filters and EAT THE FOOD. Then catfish come and poke them away. The poor little fishies. They never had a chance.

Never kaboom, lest ye ingest the fallen ones. Hot smores, coming through! Make way for smores!

I'd like to buy a hot smore. Stuffed in a Pop Tart. In a package. From the vending machines. That don't accept five dollar bills.

Plushies are fun. Especially when they are trying to imitate little green peas with Santa hats. Also, I think I bit the inside of the side of my mouth on accident. Because it's really hurting.

More nonsense at the Vandalpedia archive

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